While Traveling at the Speed of Bike in the place where I grew up, I stopped at the local Village Hall (note: no bike rack) and wandered into the room where the Tuesday/Thursday Old Timers Club was meeting just in time for the singing of God Bless America. The white-haired clarinetist (not pictured) did a fine job of bringing folks to their feet.
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